Personally, I'd love if the modern Troon left grew so obnoxious that it sparked the ninth crusade.
The trannies sit together at their monkey-pox event mascaraing under the alias of furry convention. They believe all is right with the world, their censorious visions realized. Then, from the horizon it comes. Initially a feeling; a magnanimous rumbling on the ground, and then they hear it, finally they see a cloud of dirt rising on the horizon. Initially, the sound of war cries is muffled by the great distance, but then it roars to life, a cacophonic symphony of harmonious battle cries playing a counter-point staccato.
"Deus Vult"
"Allah hu Akbar!"
Call. Response. Each invograting the last! The Muslims and Christians have joined forces with Jewsh as their leader riding a war elephant to victory. On this glorious day, the 41 percent becomes 100.